It hurts to look at you,
but Damn you're so pretty
Your jokes are so hurtful
But so sharp and witty
I never know if I
Should cover my ears
Or smile and applaud
While laughing through tears
Should I wear a blindfold
Whenever you're near
To avoid catching glimpses
Of those eyes I fear
It pains me to see you
But kills me to hide
Your presence is poison
That keeps me alive
Rose petals are red
flags Waving to warn
Sweet is the scent but
Bloody are the thorns
YOU ARE READING
painted poet
PoesíaWhat memories give me grief or gratitude, Tempts my firey attitude, comes to my mind In the wee hours of night Or of the mornings first blinking light, The second edition to my collection of fragments, pulled together like bits of stained glass, ...
